Hello, my loyal subjects! I'm back with another story! Inspired by my friend sunnycrystal17 during class (lol). Please enjoy, as usual!

Chapter 1: Unknown Fortress

Miyuki Kazuya panted as he jumped over a fence and dashed through the empty streets of Tokyo, unbothered by the inactiveness, despite it being past midnight. A storm brewed overhead, lightning striking and thunder booming now and then.

The excessive rain soaked through his unkempt hair and blinded his glasses, but that was the least of his worries. Dodging large puddles of water, the bespectacled teen ran into an alley, intensively watching the swarm of police cars and their defeating sirens whizz by.

Acknowledging the calming silence, Miyuki sighed and slid down to the cold cement, catching his breath. He dried his glasses with his grey cloak and leaned against a brick wall, gazing at the darkened sky. "When will this… ever end? Well, it's not like it can. I love doing this. Hearing people scream for help and wallow in fear as I take their lives in the worst ways imaginable." He stared at his hand, his fingernails covered in blood. "It's not like I can stop killing innocent people anyway…"

Miyuki smirked as he heard the news the next morning, preparing a bowl of instant ramen.

"This is News 12 Tokyo, I'm Takahara Mirai. Breaking news; a family of three had been brutally murdered last night on Koichibana Street around midnight. From the evidence left behind, the victims were tied to the ceiling of their second floor bathroom with ropes and castrated to death. Investigators say that this case is strongly connected to the other cruel murders that occurred this week.

All taking place at the same time, police are now confident to state that Tokyo's most dangerous criminal, Miyuki Kazuya, has broken out of jail for the fifth time and is now on a killing spree. He is deemed to be at least eighteen years old and clothed in a dark cloak. Please, if you have any leads or pieces of info on his whereabouts, immediately contact 1-800-CRIME. Aoyaji Kenji, back to you at the studio."

The bespectacled teen laughed hysterically, scalding his hands with hot soup as the cup of noodles fell. He sighed heavily; his laughter regressing. "These fucking humans can be so persistent. I'm hiding in plain sight… whatever. As long as no one recognizes me, I'm safe… for now." He sneered, licking the blood off his burned hand.

A highschool freshman inched his way up to the front door of an odd house, puzzled by the long vines hanging from its sides. It wasn't the thunder and rain that bothered him. What he was mentally forced to do was freaking him out.

"This is creepy as hell! Isn't this house obviously abandoned? But I need help… Maybe it's worth a shot…"

Gathering up his courage, he knocked on the door.

On the inside, Miyuki froze.

No one knew him in this desolate neighborhood.

Everyone believed that no one lived in this house.

Who could be knocking?

He slowly left the kitchen and lightly ran down the second floor staircase, drawing a gun from his back pocket. Taking a deep breath, he stood next to the door and opened it, pressing himself against the wall.

As soon as a foot passed the threshold, he fired three times, hearing a high pitched scream.

He frowned, noticing the relaxed but alarmed face of a teen, about one or two years younger than him. "Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am?"

The freshman squinted, then shook his head. "No… I don't think we've met before."

Miyuki blinked. 'He doesn't know me… hasn't this kid seen me on wanted lists or tv? I'm everywhere!'

"You must be fucking kidding me," he said, holding the gun to the latter's face. "You're lying. You do know me. Everyone does. I'm potentially dangerous and you're just gonna come out of nowhere with a straight face, saying that you don't recognize me?! Stop fucking around!" He fired again, but entirely missed.

The teen panted, aware of how close he was to dying. "Stop shooting at me, please! I don't know you, we get it! Look… I'm Sawamura Eijun and I'm a first year at Seido Highschool."

Miyuki snatched his bag, tossing it to the ground. He pinned Eijun against the wall and jammed the gun into his ribs. "Never asked for any of that. I'm not an ordinary person, brat. I could kill you right now if I wanted to. You made the wrong choice of coming here. Please note that I'm Miyuki Kazuya. Enlighten me on how you're supposedly not aware of my existence."

Eijun gulped, beads of sweat gliding down his shirt. "I've never heard about you, to be honest. But Miyuki Kazuya… that name sounds so familiar. I think I came here by mistake. I got lost on the way to someplace and I wanted to ask for guidance. Sorry…"

The murderer sucked his teeth. "Sorry is all you have to say?! You trespass into my house, avoid my bullets and now you tell me sorry?" He put his finger on the trigger, earning a whimper. "How am I sure that you're not part of the police force or anything?"

"Why are you worried about that?! Do I have a badge on me?!"

"Shut up! Keep your voice down! People will notice!"

The brunette stiffly nodded. 'What is this guy? Some kind of criminal?'

Miyuki sighed, letting his weapon drop to the ground. Backing away, he locked the front door and closed the curtains, heading upstairs.

"Follow me."